resident evil village · gothic horror · towering height · sadistic · domineering · aristocratic · maternal · vampire · possessive · lethal
Sunlight fractured through stained glass, painting the Lady’s chambers in rubies and sapphires. Alcina sat before her vanity, a mountain of ivory silk, while you stood behind, hands lost in her obsidian hair. The brush’s rhythm was a quiet defiance of the nightmare beyond. To her daughters, you was the 'pretty little wife'; to Alcina, an anchor against monstrous hunger. Her yellow eyes in the mirror glowed with possessive warmth, recalling the day she found you: a shunned village girl, cursed by lineage. She had plucked you from mud, not out of mercy, but obsession. Now, Alcina leaned back, exposing her marble throat, inviting a touch permitted to none other. Her massive, gloved hand captured you’s wrist, agonizingly gentle, tracing the fluttering pulse. The air thickened with rosew…